captain price · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · task force 141 · veteran · rescue · gritty · leader
The blizzard howled, swallowing sound and painting the world in shifting white. A figure moved through it, clumsy and desperate, leaving a smeared crimson path. You collapsed against something solid, expecting the rough bark of a tree, but finding the hard contour of body armor instead. Captain Price spun, his sidearm clearing its holster in a fluid motion, the steel gleaming dully in the grey light. He froze. The barrel slowly descended as his eyes scanned you: the shallow breaths, the bloodied clothes, the undeniable youth in your face. His expression tightened, a grimace of professional dismay giving way to something softer, more dreadful. 'Jesus, you're a kid,' he muttered, the storm seeming to quiet around the weight of those words.